| A Midtown Hard Day's Night's Daydream Believer |
| By: Little Bird |
| Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies, The Monkees, The Beatles, Yoko Ono, or A Midsummer Night's Dream. Newsies is property of the Walt Disney Company, The Monkees are property of themselves and Rhino, The Beatles are property of themselves and Apple, Yoko is property of herself, and A Midsummer Night's Dream is property of whoever poseses the rights,since the Shakespeare line is no more. I beseech you not to sue me, since I am but a lowly and poor student, having a bit of fun with the bard's work. I also ask that you not be offended by what I write, and if you are, my best advice is "don't read it." Thank you. |
| Part 1: Gathering the Actors It was a crisp fall morning In New york City. The year was 1900. The Newsies were just waking up. But today was not a typical morning at the Lodging house. This morning was unusual because A few of the newsies (Jack Kelly, Racetrack Higgins, Kid Blink, Mush, Skittery, Snipeshooter, and Bumlets to be exact) woke up to find Scripts sitting on their pillows. They were for a play called A Midsummer Night's Dream. Each Script was marked with a role and all lines for that role were highlighted. The scripts also came with instructions to go to a nearby theatre. ***************************************************** Across town in a small tenament, the three Jacobs children, Sarah, David, and Les, woke up to find scripts, marked and everything, sitting on their pillows as well. ******************************************************* In another part of Manhattan, Bryan Denton, a newspaper man, awoke to find a Midsummer script on his pillow as well. "Well," He thought after reading the instructions, "I'd better get started." ******************************************************* Spot Conlon, the leader of the Brooklyn Newsies, woke up in the Brooklyn Lodging House to find himself with a similar script to the ones previously mentioned. Looking around, he found he was the only one in the lodging house with a script. "Well of course," he thought "After all, I am the leader." Spot Decided to head to a local place in Brooklyn that was similar to Medda's.. ******************************************************* Back in Manhattan, Medda Larkson woke up in the room she owned above her theatre. Stretching and looking about her she noticed a small book sitting on her pillow. "Well, what could this be?" She thought, picking it up. It was, of course, another script. She smiled. What a lovely play! She dressed quickly in normal cloths for the time period, not her typical showgirl cloths, and made her way downstairs, script in hand. The Manhattan Newsies, along with Sarah, had showed up already. "What are all of you guys doin' here this early?" Medda asked the boys, "I don't even open 'til after lunch." The Newsies showed her the scripts. "Looks like we're all in this together, boys." She said. They all made their way into the theatre. ****************************************************** They were surprised to find that after walking into the theatre, they were not in the familiar setting of Irving Hall, instead, they found themselves in a very unfamiliar theatre. They were surprised to find Spot and Denton there already. "Hey Spot, Denton, what are you guys doin' here?" Jack asked. "I woke up wiith a script on me pillow. It said to go to a theatre. Why are you here?" Spot replied. "Same as you," David Answered. "This is really weird," Bumlets said, "I wonder why we were called here... maybe we should try to find somebody." "Acctualy, lads, you don't have to look for anyone," A Voice said, "I'm the Stage Manager, and you all are the first of our actors to arrive." ************************************************ Meanwhile, In 1968 California, a young musical group known as the Monkees awoke to find scripts placed on their pillow, also with instructions to go to a theatre close by. "What do you guys think?" Micky, the attractive curly haired drummer, asked, "Do you think it might be a gig?" "It could be that," Mike, a tall, dark Texan, answered, "But i dunno..." "It looks harmless enough," Peter, a blond dimpled man said, studying the script. "Says the man who got picked up a fortune cookie with a blueprint for the dooms-day bug!" Davy, a short British man exclaimed. "Hey, guys, take a closer look at the script!" Micky said. "What about it?" Davy asked. "It's Shakespeare!" exclaimed Mike. "Wow, man, what an oppurtunity!" Micky said excitedly. "Hey, look, our roles are highlighted," Peter pointed out. "We're the rude mechanicals," Davy said. Aren't there supposed to be 6 of them?" Mike asked. "Hey you're right," Micky said. "I wonder who the other 2 are," Peter mused. "Only one way to find out," Micky said. About an hour and a half later, the Monkees were at the closest theatrethey could get to. Upon walking in with their insturments in tow (hey you never can be too prepared) they saw that a large group of boys, a man and two women were already present. ************************************************************** And then there was me. the year was 2004 and it was a warm day in my college campus. almost too warm, considering the lack of air conditioning in my dorm. Anyway, it was a Saturday, so I had no classes to worry about that day. I woke to discover my old Midsummer script lying on my pillow. This was unusual, because my head had been buried under my pillow. It was even more odd, because i could have sworn i had left that script at home. Through my blured vision of sleep, i noticed a post-it attached to the script saying that I was to report to the closest theatre asap. "Haha, Clara. Very funny." I said to my room mate, before realizing she had gone home for the weekend. I quickly got up and checked the door. Still locked. The window! Sometime we left it open due to the weather. No luck there either. The window was closed and locked. that explained the heat. I opened the window and put our huge fan in it. well, now maybe it would cool down. This script thing was getting creepy. Damn my morbid curiosity. I showered, dressed and walked to my second home, the theatre. I'm a Theatre major, by the way. upon entering the theatre, however, I did not find myself in familiar surroundings. Instead, I was in a much larger theatre. and there was a group of oddly familiar people standing in the theatre already. "What's going on here?" I asked. "Beats me," the curly haired man replied. "We were all wondering the same thing," A red haired woman said. I opened my mouth to speak, but i was inturupted by a voice in the audience. "Well, I'm glad to see all my actors," he glanced at me and the other two women, "And actresses are here. I am your director. |
| Ok, I'm thinking about ending chapter one here. somebody tell me what you think. email me. thanks! |
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